It seems we are going to have another rainy spring. Nearly every showing of the house has been a damp day. In spite of the spring blossoms, the days have still had an early spring chill to them. I find it dampens my spirits when the weather is like this day after day. At least it is too warm to snow, that would be hard to face. As it is the days seem indistinguishable from each other, making time slip by unnoticed. Maybe next week we will get some sun.
Since last week the winds have stripped the leaves from the trees, leaving behind the green ones still not hit by frost. It feels as if it has been a lackluster fall, no stretches of brilliant reds, firey oranges or bright yellows. It is that way some years, and this must be one of them. Still Joe and I have gotten out once or twice a week and made the best of it.
The colors haven’t yet begun to turn, even the swamp maples are still holding back. The nights haven’t been cool enough to start the process. Which makes it seem unreal that the end of September is so close. Just a scant couple days left before the headlong plunge into October. There was so much I had on my list to tackle, both fun and household, yet here it is the end of the month and the list looks about the same as it did 27 days ago. But at the same time, so much has gotten done. I am a bit confused by that paradox, maybe much like the trees might feel in this warm, wet month.
It is the final days of May yet it seems as if we are still caught in April weather. Those showers are good for the plants, but they need sun and warmth too. I have not been able to get out and enjoy the nice days as there always seems to be a laundry list of tasks to attend to, ones that just can’t be put off. Maybe June will prove more accommodating.
It is May, after 2018 going January, February, March, March this year I am hopeful that May will feel like May. I am weary of the rain, the wind and the chilly temperatures. Though I was also less than thrilled to see the black flies have arrived. Another year with no spring stretch where the bugs are at bay. No cardigan wearing days or balmy evenings to enjoy. Where has spring gone? I know it once existed.
The weather has been on again – off again for many weeks, making it difficult to get out and get pictures, or do early yard work. We have been squeezing tasks and trips in as we can, and there is always much to do indoors. Though the indoor stuff tends to be less interesting chores and not adventures to look forward to. Our method of attack is to tackle something and then take a break for tea, an old movie or a walk before diving back into the chore. We have been clearing and cleaning and fixing as needed, so any chance we get to head outside or on a photo trip is a nice break. If the weather holds and I have the day free, maybe we will get out again. One can only hope.